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Across the vast expanse of the Wanjie Multiverse, the screens flickered with the aftermath of a monumental shift in power.
"Babidi has fallen at the hands of Majin Buu," Sengoku noted, his voice steady. "Yet, I find myself entirely unsurprised."
Garp let out a gruff laugh, crossing his arms. "It was bound to happen. Babidi was far too arrogant, constantly belittling Majin Buu and treating him like a common servant right to his face. It's only natural for a creature of that power to lose his patience."
In the world of Pokémon, Ash Ketchum shook his head in disapproval. "Babidi only saw Majin Buu as a tool or a subordinate. That's where he went wrong. He should have tried being his friend."
"Exactly," Marcus Damon chimed in, punching his palm. "Just like Agumon—he's my brother, not a servant. If you don't have that bond, you have nothing."
Uzumaki Naruto sighed, reflecting on his own journey. "Babidi was a fool. He didn't understand that you have to give sincerity to receive it. At first, things were rough between me and the Nine-Tails, but we eventually became true friends. Babidi never even tried."
Li Xinnan, the Flame Dragon Armor Summoner, added a grim comparison. "It's a repeat of Dr. Gero's fate. He was ended by the very Androids he engineered."
"I recall Android 17 and 18 were forcibly converted against their will, weren't they?" Duanmu Yan remarked. "In that case, Gero simply reaped what he sowed."
Kurosaki Ichigo nodded solemnly. "Indeed. They both brought it upon themselves. Dying at the hands of your own creation or ally is a tragedy, but for men like Gero and Babidi, no one is shedding any tears."
Inside the cold, sterile luxury of his spaceship, Frieza swirled a glass of fine wine, a look of profound disdain etched on his features. "How utterly primitive. One must always maintain a level of decorum when dealing with talented individuals."
Frieza declared with cold confidence that when it came to human resource management, no one in the multiverse surpassed him. If a tactical transmigrator like Akira were listening, he would have to agree. Despite his cruelty, Lord Frieza was an exceptionally effective boss. He utilized Scouters to identify potential and rewarded merit without hesitation.
He tolerated the eccentric, synchronized dancing of the Ginyu Force, addressed high-level lieutenants like Zarbon and Dodoria with respectful honorifics, and kept his word to Cheelai and Lemo when they brought him the powerhouse Broly. Frieza understood that to rule the stars, one needed more than just raw Ki; one needed a loyal foundation.
It was this strange brand of "villainous charm" that allowed him to rise time and again, eventually attaining the heights of Golden Frieza and the terrifying Black Frieza. To him, Babidi was nothing more than a talentless amateur.
The discussion shifted as the battle on the screen paused. "If the fight had continued, could Son Goku have actually finished Majin Buu?" Sanji asked, lighting a cigarette.
Zoro narrowed his eyes at the screen. "Hard to say. Even after that exchange, neither looked truly injured. If they had gone all out, the winner is anyone's guess."
"I thought that was the climax," Genos noted, his internal processors whirring. "To think there is still more to come."
Saitama watched with a bored but observant gaze. "We saw Super Saiyan 3, but we haven't seen its true limits yet. It'll definitely be back."
"But wait," Duanmu Yan pointed out. "Goku only has twenty-four hours in the living world. Was Buu really defeated in a single day?"
"Or perhaps," Daigo suggested, "someone else learns to ascend to Super Saiyan 3 to finish the job?"
"The video will provide the answer," Megumi Iruma concluded, refocusing on the display.
On the screen, the scene shifted to the sacred heights of the Lookout. Piccolo approached Goku, his voice low. He suggested that if the battle had persisted, Goku might have had the power to win right then and there.
Goku looked toward the horizon, his expression uncharacteristically serious. He explained that the Super Saiyan 3 transformation was too taxing; using it in the living world drained his remaining time at an accelerated rate. Furthermore, he offered a deeper, tactical reason: he was a dead man.
"I shouldn't be the one to solve the problems of the living," Goku stated. "If I fix everything now, what happens when a greater threat appears after I'm gone? The next generation needs to be ready."
Piccolo realized the weight of Goku's gamble. He was betting the survival of Earth on Son Goten and Trunks. If they could master the strength to defeat Buu, the future would be secure in their hands.
"Gohan... it's a shame," Piccolo muttered, his heart heavy. If his pupil were still there, they wouldn't need to rely on such a risky plan.
Goku placed a hand on Piccolo's shoulder. "I think Gohan's biggest regret wasn't dying, but not being able to see you again. He really loved you, Piccolo."
As the emotional dust settled, Goku began the instruction for his final hope: the Fusion Dance. He called Piccolo over to be his demonstration partner. He explained the strict requirements—the two users must have near-identical power levels and similar physical statures.
Then, the demonstration began.
The movements were... unique. To anyone watching, they were excruciatingly embarrassing. As Goku and Piccolo performed the synchronized, rhythmic poses, a wave of secondhand embarrassment washed over the entire Wanjie Multiverse.
"Those are the Fusion movements?" Garp shouted, baffled. "Regardless of how strong it makes you, doing that in public is a death sentence for your reputation!"
"Look at Piccolo," Sengoku pointed out, suppressed amusement in his voice. "His face is glowing redder than a Supernova."
Kakashi sighed, leaning against a tree. "Of course he's blushing. Goku is the only one thick-skinned enough to do that with a straight face. Anyone with a shred of dignity would be mortified."
"Hey, Sasuke!" Naruto yelled, his eyes sparkling. "I bet we could pull that off! Let's try it!"
"Drop dead, Naruto," Sasuke snapped instantly. "I would rather be erased from existence than perform those ridiculous poses."
Ichigo Kurosaki watched the screen with a dry expression. "You know, those movements would actually fit the Ginyu Force perfectly. They'd probably love it. And honestly? Gohan would probably jump right in too."
The viewers across the dimensions recalled Gohan's brief stint as the "Great Saiyaman" and the flamboyant poses of Frieza's elite guard. A collective nod of agreement followed. For those specific warriors, the Fusion Dance wasn't a trial of shame—it was a calling.